Mr. Law's Official Announcement: He is a Wife-Doting Fanatic! Chapter 185: The Murderer Still at Large

Stacy Sumrs stared at the pendant, her usual playful expression replaced by an unusually solemn deanor.

Purple Moon Charm...

She yanked the necklace from Cecilia Vaughn’s neck without considering her force.

"Cecilia, take this off right now! It’s ominous and can bring disaster!"

Cecilia was taken aback upon hearing this and turned to Adrian Law with a look of confusion, thinking she never heard that the Matriarch of The Law Group was so superstitious.

She furrowed her brows and smiled awkwardly.

"Grandma, it’s just a necklace, isn’t it? Besides, Adrian told it was his mother’s keepsake, very special..."

Upon hearing this, Stacy Sumrs’s face darkened. She stood up in displeasure and began to press Adrian Law aggressively.

"Grandson, didn’t I tell you to throw that necklace away?"

"Hasn’t it caused enough harm to your mother and little Nancy? Keeping it around is only a curse, and you said you’d already tossed it out. How dare you keep it close?"

Adrian Law seed to recall sothing and a trace of lancholy flashed in his eyes, but he eventually spoke calmly.

"Grandma, the necklace can’t harm people; it’s only the human heart that can."

"This is the only mory I have left from Mother and Nancy. How could I let it go?"

"..."

Stacy Sumrs fell silent, unable to refute.

She stared intently at the necklace hanging around Cecilia Vaughn’s neck, holding in frustration that she couldn’t express.

For once, the usually good-tempered Stacy Sumrs lost her temper.

"I don’t care, Cecilia, don’t listen to Adrian. Get rid of this necklace. That reckless boy doesn’t understand, it’s too sinister to keep."

Seeing Cecilia Vaughn’s scientific outlook, Stacy sighed, gripping Cecilia’s hands with solemn earnestness.

"Cecilia, don’t dismiss this as a superstition of an old woman. So things can’t be explained by science. If you don’t want to throw it away, then at least wear it less often."

Years ago, Adrian’s mother Susan Roswell, a captivating beauty, suddenly appeared in Stellerton with a past shrouded in mystery, unclaid by any family.

Even with the Law Family’s vast resources, all that could be uncovered was her na, Susan Roswell, nothing more.

Susan Roswell had no love for jewelry, except for always wearing the Purple Moon Charm, claiming it was a family tradition, passed from daughter to daughter-in-law, through generations.

Stacy Sumrs held no prejudice against Susan Roswell but felt uneasy upon first seeing this necklace.

Her intuition was always sharp, sensing calamity surrounding it. She secretly took the necklace to Sage’s rcy Temple for divination.

The abbot claid the Purple Moon Charm was inherently ominous, prone to bringing disaster.

Stacy wasn’t too convinced until the kidnapping of Adrian at ten, a case still unsolved.

And with that devastating fire, Susan Roswell perished, yet in her final mont, she pressed the necklace into Adrian’s hands.

Her dying wish stated that the Purple Moon Charm should be kept by Adrian’s sister, Nancy Law.

Who could have foreseen that after many years of peace, the Law Family would face tragedy again when Nancy, at nineteen...

...

Thinking of her only granddaughter, Stacy’s eyes reddened.

Her Nancy, a fairy-like soul, the youngest cherished gem of the Law Family’s line!

She loved her as dearly as her own eyes, yet such a tragic death...

Gazing at the refined and elegant Cecilia Vaughn, the old woman couldn’t help but think of her deceased granddaughter, who should have been married by now.

"Cecilia, heed my advice; this necklace is not to be trifled with. I even had jewelry experts examine it, but no one could determine its material. It’s neither jade nor gemstone, it’s unsettling."

"Adrian’s sister died because of this necklace. I’m old now, after losing Nancy, I don’t want to see any more of you young ones in harm’s way..."

The tragedy of burying her own granddaughter, a pain she could never face again!

Seeing Stacy Sumrs’s somber expression, Adrian’s eyes dimd, and after a pause, he spoke softly.

"Grandma, Nancy and I shared the sa mother. I know the tragedy then had nothing to do with the Purple Moon Charm. It was because Father forced Nancy and The Stanhope Family..."

At those long-buried mories, Stacy’s face flushed with anger.

She stood with fury, almost throwing her cup at Adrian.

"Silence!—"

Adrian instantly fell quiet.

After a mont of silence, he sighed softly.

"So be it, Grandma. I won’t speak of it. You’re not as strong as before, don’t be angry."

He knew in the Law Family, the deaths of his mother and sister remained taboo...

Those still unidentified orchestrators.

The culprits long evading justice.

...

Cecilia hadn’t expected these past events to spark such anger in Stacy. Adrian’s mother and sister passed too early for her curiosity to be satisfied, yet Adrian never spoke of them, so she never asked.

After all, that was the Law Family’s scar, and a scar for Adrian and Grandma too.

Seeing the veins standing out on Stacy’s forehead, Cecilia felt a pang of sorrow, having lost her own mother and understanding the pain of such a loss.

"Grandma, have so tea."

"If it bothers you, I won’t wear this necklace except for special occasions."

Cecilia naturally didn’t believe the eerie rumors, but the Purple Moon Charm was extrely precious, as it was, along with being Adrian’s mother’s keepsake, unfit for everyday wear lest it be lost.

Stacy took the tea offered by Cecilia, slowly exhaling.

"Good Cecilia, just listen to Grandma. Grandma wouldn’t harm you."

Speaking, she shot a warning glare at Adrian.

"Don’t bring up your mother and Nancy again; so many years have passed, nothing more need be said!"

"Really, as long as you rember that it was Rosalind who risked her life to save you back then. If it weren’t for that eight-year-old’s courage and shrewdness, carrying you out of the flas while injuring her own eyes, you wouldn’t be standing here arguing with your grandmother today."

Adrian’s expression turned inscrutable at her words.

Seeing him not respond, Stacy took a sip of tea and suddenly rembered sothing crucial.

"Oh, Adrian, you do know Rosalind is returning from Vesperia next month, right? A girl on her own there all these years, you must fetch her yourself, understand?"